Marcel Proust Quotes
We scornfully decline, because of one whom we love and who will some day be of so little account, to see another who is of no account to-day, with whom we shall be in love to-morrow, with whom we might, perhaps, had we consented to see her now, have fallen in love a little earlier and who would thus have put a term to our present sufferings, bringing others, it is true, in their place.
Marcel Proust
Quotes to Explore
However we can spread love and progression, we've got to do it.
Ed Skrein
My parents have Google Alerts on me. So they'll often times send me an e-mail and be like, 'Hey did you know this?' And then I'll be like, 'Well, it is, like, my life. So yes, I did know that.' Or, 'That's not even true. I don't know where you read that.' I have Googled myself, yes. But my parents really have Google Alerts on me.
Dane DeHaan
Writing is a solitary profession; you are really alone when you write. Then the emotions become well shaped and distinct. But their transition into words must be done deliberately and with rigid artistry.
F. Sionil Jose
If you can tune into your purpose and really align with it, setting goals so that your vision is an expression of that purpose, then life flows much more easily.
Jack Canfield
Blackbeard is probably the most infamous pirate who ever lived. He's one of those characters for which most of your work is done before you start.
Ian McShane
Lebanon, Israel, Ireland, South Africa - wherever there is a bleeding sore on the body of the world, the same hard-eyed narrow-minded fanatics are busy, indifferent to life, in love with death.
J. M. Coetzee
Margaret the Churchwoman, her father the Dissenter, Higgins the Infidel, knelt down together. It did them no harm.
Elizabeth Gaskell
I hate Valentine's day. It is a day for nothing but disappointment.
Larisa Oleynik
The fact is... our doors have not exactly been knocked down by companies willing to defend Microsoft's business practices.
Orrin Hatch
Curb your talent lest it speed where virtue does not guide.
Dante Alighieri
We scornfully decline, because of one whom we love and who will some day be of so little account, to see another who is of no account to-day, with whom we shall be in love to-morrow, with whom we might, perhaps, had we consented to see her now, have fallen in love a little earlier and who would thus have put a term to our present sufferings, bringing others, it is true, in their place.
Marcel Proust
